“Surrendering his chances on an easier meal he took to the air. A satisfaction followed that only a bird can feel while enduring the often unbearable heat of Paris. The cool of the wind under his wings and feet set him at ease.” -The Great Caper Vol. 1
A little Black Bird soars over Paris.
Crow as he would. . .
. . . to the injustice of the streets, in retort the most superstitious would chase him with brooms and even cast dirt on their doorsteps and rooftops toward him and his kind away.